Sheppard remained dissolved in tears. He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. ‘But tell me this instead. See what you have made of me. Then she dropped the curtain and stepped back into the room. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk.
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